九十年，足尖碾过的山河
在掌心结出老茧
布衣裹着的火焰
把每个黎明捶打成招式
泪？早和汗水一起
渗进嵩山的石头

塔沟的风，还在数着
那些腾空而起的名字
少林的吼声里
藏着他没说出口的年轮
每句话落地
都长成一片新的江湖

他是嵩山伸出的枝桠
接住过太多风雨
崇文的墨香与尚武的铁屑
在骨血里拧成绳
拴住了半个世纪的日月
也拴住了昆仑的云

大地记得他的脚印
像记得每颗种子的重量
胸襟敞开时
能装下整座武林的晨昏
如今，他的名字在年轻拳师的呼吸里
成了最清亮的那声——
嘿！嘿！嘿！
2025-07-22于观雪山房

《Looking Back: The Fist Shadow in Wind and Rain》
——To Liu, the Humble Boxer Master
By  xuefei

Ninety years, the mountains and rivers crushed under toe tips
Have formed calluses in the palm of the hand
The flame wrapped in plain cloth
Hammers every dawn into a stance
Tears? Long since, together with sweat
Seeped into the stones of Songshan

The wind in Tagou still counts
Those names that soar into the air
In the roar of Shaolin
Lurk the unspoken years of his life
Every word, when it hits the ground
Grows into a new martial world

He is a branch stretched out from Songshan
Catching too many storms
The fragrance of literary ink and the iron filings of martial spirit
Twisted into a rope in flesh and blood
Tying down half a century's sun and moon
And also the clouds of Kunlun

The earth remembers his footprints
As it remembers the weight of every seed
When his heart opens wide
It can hold the entire martial world's dawn and dusk
Now, his name lives in the breath of young boxers
Becoming the clearest shout——
Hey! Hey! Hey!

Written at Guanshan Study
July 22, 2025